singing waiterI’ve noticed something in restaurants here in the States. I may have only been to 5 different states in my almost 5 years living here, but I have noticed something that waiters are supposed to do in restaurants and it’s something I actually get annoyed with.

I’ve noticed that everytime I go to a restaurant, not a lunch joint where you order your food at the counter, the waiters are extra attentive.

Thing is, when I have a meal with a friend, I honestly do not like to be bothered. I just want to order my food, bring it to me, and let me eat. But if a waiter comes and checks on me every 10 minutes, it’s really annoying.

In the Philippines, if you need the waiter for anything, you just raise your hand to get their attention and poof, “Hello Mister Waiter.” They’re fast and they’re at your table right away. Then they’re gone just like that.

Here, even if you’re in the middle of a really really intense conversation, the waiter will not hesitate to come by your table and ask if we want dessert yet. I mean, come on, wait ’til the intense conversation, walk by and wait for a pause and then ask us if we want dessert. Wait, better yet, let me just tell you when we’re ready for dessert. That way you don’t have to walk around our table. Also, please don’t give me more water if you see that I’ve only had a couple of sips of it and it’s still pretty full.

Yes the attentiveness is good for formal dining. But seriously, it annoys me to the bone. At least in Manila, if that does happen, like trying to refill my glass with water, you can see how they respectfully bow their heads like, “I am sooo sooo sorry I am bothering you, I know your conversation is really really good, but you are out of water.” They don’t ask questions, they’re out of sight before you know it.

Am I the only one that gets annoyed with “good” service like this?

The Nothing Box

365 - 65 - living in a box

Living in the Nothing Box

Nick and I had friends over for dinner the other night. They recently got engaged and are already planning their wedding this December. Throughout the night, we were talking about relationships, what we learned in our marriage, what they are learning about each other and so forth. And I ended up having to tell my girlfriend about the “Nothing Box”

She asked me what the “Nothing Box” was and I explained it to her by saying that with men, they have a place in their heads where they hang out and think of nothing, absolutely nothing.  When we ask them, “What are you thinking?” and they reply with, “Nothing.” They really mean nothing.

Her eyes opened so wide in shock that it made me laugh so hard. She said, “What do you mean nothing?! That’s not possible!” I told her, not to worry because  I couldn’t wrap my mind around the idea either.

I learned about the “Nothing Box” through Mark Gungor’s, “The Difference Between Men’s Brains and Women’s Brains”

It is pretty funny. There are so many truths to it. I love the part when he said that women can’t go inside the nothing box. Hahaha! Oh how we just want to get in there and feel what it’s like to think about nothing. Nothing at all.

Two nights ago I asked Nick a question while I was folding our clothes, “Hun, is it really true there’s a Nothing Box?” I was thinking about it again and wanted to make sure that it’s not some sort of made up thing guys would do to not say something about anything. He laughed and told me, “That’s where I was just before you asked me that question.”


It is the one thing I will never understand about all the guys I know.

Hair Thoughts

Maybe I Need A Little More...

I’m thinking of giving my hair a funeral. Say some prayers and let go. I can do it once and not look back. It’s just hair. It’s just hair. It’s just hair.

Maybe I’ll gather my friends and family. Bury the hair with flowers. Say a silent prayer and walk away. After that, we’ll have a reception and we’ll talk about my hair and how great it was. And then we’ll say, “It’s just hair. It was good hair. But it was just hair.”

Regressing to High School

Two of my great friends from high school came over for a visit two weeks ago. I have to say, it was the perfect weekend to end the summer and celebrate the fall weather (I can’t believe I just said that).

Carmen and Ina are friends I know I will have for the rest of my life. Even if we haven’t seen each other in years, we picked up from where we left off right away. I can be totally myself with these ladies. Dorky, crazy and just me. And I know they still love me.  Laughing with them the whole weekend made up for a not so sunny summer in Seattle.

I shall see you again girls, maybe the next time in LA. ❤

Tres Marias

Carmen, Me and Ina

@ Alki w/ the girls

Enjoying a Walk at Alki


Mahangin ba sa Labas?

See Ina and Carmen?

See Ina and Carmen?

The Fedora

I want to thank Liza R. for my fedora and Carmen for the photo. haha!

Pike Place Shopping

Photo Pause Before Shopping Again

Pike Place Market

We had sun in Seattle!

Love at the Park

I love these girls!

Sun at the Park

Photo Op before we eat our humbao

Seattle Center

Nick and I are touching

Molly Moon's

Molly Moon's

Cal Anderson Park

Fountain at Cal Anderson Park

Discussing Fall

This was at Capitol Hill

High School

Regressing to High School (@ the Olympic Sculpture Park)

Pork (not really) and Fish for Dinner

Recently, Nick and I have realized that we haven’t been eating pork much. Which is not so bad because I don’t really crave for it and don’t even cook much with it. Unless it’s Filipino longaniza, I don’t cook pork. And because we’ve been hanging out with brain surgeons (we’re cool like that), we thought, “You know what? I don’t really like worms in my brain. We can skip the pork.”

So for what I made the other night (Nice segue Tanya… really nice), I made some mixed pasta (because that’s what I found in our cupboard) with Italian Turkey Sausage, spinach, wine, onion and red pepper flakes.

It was soo easy to make. I could’ve done it with my eyes closed. Ok, not really. But I just sauteed the onions and red pepper flakes with the sausages, poured in little bit of white wine and added the spinach in the end. Et voila! Easy peasy pasta in no time.


Italian Sausage and Spinach Pasta

As for the fish dinner last night. It was sooo delicious! It reminded me of my grandmother’s recipe. Every time she cooked this dish, I would ask her how she made it, but because I never wrote the recipe down I never remembered it. Good thing that Saveur posted a recipe for steamed fish that reminded me of my grandma’s cooking. I didn’t find the suggested fish to steam so I ended up with my trusty tilapia. It was a bit challenging trying to put in the plate on the wok but when I finally used my brain, I got it in there. Make sure you don’t burn yourself. Remember to use tongs and kitchen gloves when handling the plate.

On the photo below, I had a close up of the head, then realized that not all of my readers are Filipinos so I used that photo instead. ha!


Steamed Fish w/ Ginger and Scallions

My grandmother would be proud. 🙂